Our Pote Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDDECCE FFGHHGIIJKKJ LLBMMBNNOPPO QQDRSDTTUVVVU| A pote is sure a goofy guy | A |
| He ain't got guts like you or I | A |
| To tell the score | B |
| He ain't goy gumption 'nuff to know | C |
| The game of life's to get the dough | C |
| Then get some more | B |
| Take Brother Bill he used to be | D |
| The big shot of the family | D |
| The first at school | E |
| But since about a year ago | C |
| Through readin' Longfeller and Poe | C |
| He's most a fool | E |
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| He mopes around with dimwit stare | F |
| You might as well jest not be there | F |
| The way he looks | G |
| You'd think he shuns the human race | H |
| The how he buries down his face | H |
| In highbrow books | G |
| I've seen him stand for near an hour | I |
| Jest starin' at a simple flower | I |
| Sich waste o' time | J |
| The scribblin' on an envelope | K |
| Why most of all his silly dope | K |
| Don't even rhyme | J |
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| Now Brother's Jim's an engineer | L |
| And Brother Tim's a bank cashier | L |
| While I keep store | B |
| Yet Bill the brightest of the flock | M |
| Might be a lawyer or a doc | M |
| And then some more | B |
| But no he moons and loafs about | N |
| As if he tried to figger out | N |
| Why skies are blue | O |
| Instead o' gittin' down to grips | P |
| Wi' life an' stackin' up the chips | P |
| Like me an' you | O |
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| Well since them final lines I wrote | Q |
| We're mournin' for our Brother Pote | Q |
| Bill crossed the sea | D |
| And solved his problem with the beat | R |
| For now he lies in peace and rest | S |
| In Normandie | D |
| He died the bravest of the brave | T |
| And here I'm standin' by his grave | T |
| So far from home | U |
| With just a wooden cross to tell | V |
| How in the blaze of battle hell | V |
| As gloriously there he fell | V |
| Bill wrote his pome | U |
Robert Service
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